Hi all, well here's the latest. For one reason or another this chapter turned out LONG so this is really just the first portion. Forgive the ugly cutoff, there will be more to come soon. Also thanks muchly lipamo, livullmann, and bookworm for the helpful reviewage. Also bookworm the latest updates to your fics were nothing short of amazing so anyone reading this..go read her stories right afterward. Seriously, I mean it.

Also just an additional note within the note, despite my issues with S3, the earlier episodes with Carrie in the mental hospital I found to be incredible in a grim/frightening/brilliantly acted kind of way, and they influenced this part of my story a lot. I tried to describe this scene as taking place in the room where Quinn visits Carrie (tells her he's afraid she's going to get herself hurt, I don't ship Q/C but damn, if the writers weren't trying their best to get me to in that scene) Anyway, hope that somewhat comes across here. My apologies for the marathon A.N here. :/

Lying down, staring up at the flickering fluorescent light, reminding herself to not cross over into panic mode, after her eyes landed on an unsightly water mark, some cracks in the ceiling Carrie swallowed hard, rolled over onto her side.

Pulling the scratchy wool blanket around herself she let out a slow breath. Hoping to calm down enough to get at least an hour of sleep. Since she had arrived at the hospital early, in handcuffs, with no space for her in the entire fucking psych unit they'd brought her to a sparsely furnished detention cell with a propped open door. It was a solitary unit, for that she was grateful, and she'd been given a cot and polka dotted hospital gown to call her own. The only reason she'd obtained a blanket was a guard had seen her shivering. He had either taken pity on her, or an interest in her exposed legs. Carrie was too exhausted to give a shit.

Trying again to drift off she heard swearing from down the hall. Followed by shrieking that sent a chill down her spine. Bundling up more under the blanket she squeezed her eyes shut against tears, cursed herself for letting them form. She was supposed to be tougher than this. She chased terrorists for a fucking living. But this place always found new ways to scare her.

The only thought going through her mind was if Jon's plot worked against her, how she could be the one shrieking to be let out of here. Her sentence could go from five to however many months, she could wind up going into labor in a room like this. Farrah would feel as confused and abandoned as she had felt when her own mother left. Brody would have the baby to look after, but would he still look at her the same way? Or would he want out, resent her the way her mom resented her dad and his bipolar.

The thought made her cringe. She hadn't been this anxious since her first time in psych after her flight in college. Back then she had no idea what was about to happen. It felt like all control had been taken away from her. Thanks to Jon she felt the same way now. Her sentence, treatment, everything, felt up in the air and she may as well have been a terrified twenty two year old again.

Hearing footsteps that sounded like they were approaching her room, she jumped, pulled the blanket more around her.

"The doctor would like to know why his patient isn't allowed the luxury of a closed door!"

"What the..."
Frowning, swearing that voice sounded like Quinn's, if Quinn was suddenly British, Carrie chewed her lip. Wondered if she really was losing it.

"Sir, regulations insist-"

"Regulations?!", Quinn cut in.

"Yes, sir."

"Well I don't give a damn about regulations. If you'd like for Dr. Tobias to consult with his patient, he insists the door stay shut and I stand guard outside it. I'm being handsomely paid to do my job and I intend to do it. In spite of venial shitheads like you."

Biting his lip the younger man stepped around Quinn, unpropped the door.

"It'll close now, sir.", he said meekly.

"Thank you.", Quinn scowled as Brody muttered a thank you, quickly stepped inside the room and shut the door behind him.

"I'm all set in here."

"What?", he asked, still in character in case the guard was still nearby.

"I..I've got my meds. I have a blanket. I don't need anything. Please just go."

Hearing the fear in her voice Brody whipped around and removed the glasses. Saw she had her back to him.

"Carrie..."

"I said I'm okay.", she cried.

Moving towards the cot he went to touch her shoulder but she flinched. Prompting him to walk around to the opposite side of the cot. Kneeling down he saw her shaking under the blanket, wrapped up in it like she was in a cocoon.

"Just leave me alone. Please."

"Hey...hey..."

When the blanket was moved from her face, she jumped and jerked back, wide-eyed, until her eyes focused on who was actually with her.

"Brody?"

"Hey.", he smiled, lightly laughing at the stunned expression on her face.

"What the..."

"What? Too hard to imagine me as your temporary shrink?"

"Holy fuck.", Carrie sputtered, sitting up on the cot.

"Don't worry, I didn't break in and I'm not trying to break you out."

"So why are you here?", she asked as he grinned, took hold of her face before kissing her, gently before she responded. They kept at it until their heads spun. His from adrenaline and her's from utter confusion. Not that that kept her from tugging his lip between her teeth while her fingers scratched at his scalp. Finally, breathless, Brody was the first to pull back.

"For the record I didn't come here just for that.", he said, getting to his feet.

"No?", she grinned, swinging her bare legs back and forth over the side of the cot before extending her left towards him, moving her foot teasingly up his thigh.

"No. Just gonna say that up front." Pushing her leg off him he sat down at the foot of the cot.

"Why are you sitting over there?"

"Because I sit any closer to you when you're just wearing that...", Shaking his head he gestured to her thin gown.

"There's no telling what's gonna happen."

"Prude." Carrie scoffed.

"So again, why are you here?"

"Quinn and I were sent over."

"Quinn's here?!"

"He's my bodyguard.", Brody shrugged as her jaw dropped.

"You're shitting me, right?"

"How else was I supposed to get in here without everyone asking questions? Though I think the disguise helped too."

"You mean the chocolate syrup in your hair?", Carrie snorted.

"Did you do that yourself?"

"No. Maggie did. She arranged the whole thing."

"How?"

"She gave me her old labcoat. Made some phone calls. Told the temporary doctor who was supposed to treat you that his services weren't needed tonight."

"And sent you here in his place?"

"For one night she figured it was okay. She wanted someone to be with you tonight."

Hearing that Carrie's eyes went stormy and she swore under her breath.

"Carrie? What-"

"Jon's going to testify, isn't he? He's gonna lengthen my stay. Fuck!"

"Hang on, I didn't-"

"Why would she go to all the trouble of sending you here! She just wanted you to soften the fucking blow!"

"No, Carrie. You don't-"

"His plan..it's going to work! My stay's extended, the asshole gets his wish and I'm just stuck here until-"

"Carrie!", Brody interjected, making her jump.

"Jesus Christ!"

"I'm sorry I just... Jon's not a problem anymore."

"What?"

"We took care of it. Galvez, Quinn, Virgil, Max."

"Did you shoot him?"

"For Christ's sake Carrie, we don't do that!", Quinn yelled from the other side of the door. Rolling his eyes he popped in his earbuds, certainly not in the mood to hear every word they said tonight.